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11 deliver me;
    rescue me from the hands of foreign foes.
Their mouths speak untruth;
    their right hands are raised in lying oaths.

III

12 May our sons be like plants(A)
    well nurtured from their youth,
Our daughters, like carved columns,
    shapely as those of the temple.
13 May our barns be full
    with every kind of store.
May our sheep increase by thousands,
    by tens of thousands in our fields;
    may our oxen be well fattened.

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